Disssss-gusting.
You know you’re a parent when…
You leave the door from the house to the garage open, as you get ready to leave. You look for the missing dog, and find her in your vehicle (in the cabin, rather than in the back with the handy dog-barrier. She’s eating all of the toddler remnants scattered around.
Instead of getting grossed out, you think (almost happily) about how much time cleaning the car she’s saving you. The only downside is wondering if any of it will make said dog puke later.
